In Yancheng, Qi Li immediately stood at the top of a high place, standing at the front of a group of dead soldiers.
The light of the torch shines on the Li Yue flag, and a layer of red light flows like water waves.
The torch is burning, curls of green smoke are rising into the sky, Qi Li's robe is flying against the wind, and the ancient sword at his waist is blooming with a dazzling red light, like a burning flame.
The dead soldiers around him lowered their heads, like obsidian sculptures. Qi Li slowly stretched out his hand, as if to touch the Xiang Kong Formation on the tallest building.
"It's coming soon, the star of doom!" he chanted in a deep voice.
"Ah...go to hell!" Huyanqu roared, his attack continuous and without even the slightest hesitation. Meng Tian's whole body was shocked, and he saw that the arrogant arc of the sword broke with a "click"
He grabbed the head of the spear and continued to chop it down. At the moment of life and death, Meng Tian drew his sword and protected it on his arm. He felt his hands were violently shaken, and even his bones were numb from the shock.
Huyanqu felt that the power of the sword against the blade was obviously much weaker. He felt happy in his heart. The black gold long ax suddenly spun down in his hand, and a huge tremor vibrated on the sword. The sword only slowed down for a moment, Meng Tian
Pushing the sword with all his strength, Hu Yanqu's offensive was diverted to one side. The two men's shoulder armors collided, their horses passed by each other, and they galloped towards both sides of the battlefield.
The two formations were far apart.
"Take the gun!" shouted Meng Yi, who was approaching at a gallop. A shiny silver gun rushed towards Meng Tian. Meng Tian's fingers slowly passed over the gun body and tightened suddenly.
This is a seven-foot-seven-inch silver gun. The sharp blade glows a faint black color under the side light of the rain. There is no fancy gun tassel. The middle spine is ridged, the end is slightly arced, and the twisted tiger-like shape is on the neck of the gun.
, the nine-inch spear tip is like half a sharp sword.
Meng Tian's arm covered nearly two feet and five inches in front of the gun barrel, and the remaining part revealed the rosewood color of the gun barrel, which was dignified and solemn, like a calm dragon.
The Snow Dragon Spear is the name passed down from generation to generation in the Meng family. Meng Tian inherited the Meng family's military skills, while Meng Yi majored in the essence of this silver spear. The weapon, steel quality, length and center of gravity are tempered with countless blood.
They are all perfect, and only in the hands of the strong can they unleash deeper murderous intent and power.
At some point, Luo Zhihu had already hung an eagle-feathered arrow on his bow. This person was known as the "Falcon Divine Arrow" and had extremely strong bow skills. At this time, Huyanqu and Mengtian separated, and he had a chance.
Luo Zhihu's iron bow was fully opened, locking the vital point of Huyanqu. The shooting range of his iron bow was as far as a hundred steps. Even if there was an injury on his back, it was not difficult to hit at this distance. Unexpectedly, Meng Tian saw it.
He waved his hand to stop him.
Suddenly, Luo Zhihu's arrow left the string and shot towards Meng Tian's position.
Meng Tian opened his eyes wide in shock, but he suddenly found that the arrow's trajectory had shifted in the air. The arrow made a shrill scream and almost grazed Meng Tian's side. Behind him, a Huns soldier's crossbow fell out of his hand.
The iron arrow shot into the grass, and he was hit and fell from his horse.
Hu Yanqu looked at each other angrily, raised his sword and shouted: "I am dueling with Meng Tian. If anyone dares to fire another cold arrow, I will kill him without any body parts. Just open your eyes and watch me fight, and watch how I take off Meng Tian's head."
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"Humph! Absolutely impossible," Meng Tian looked around the three armies with his horse, raised his fist and shouted loudly: "Where is the soul of the army?"
"The spirit of the army is here!" Among the thousands of troops, Meng Yi raised his fist high.
The three armies then raised their fists and shouted: "The spirit of the army is here!"
The noisy and powerful, the majestic golden swords, the place of life and death, the way of life and death are expressed in the noisy will. There is no confusing sound of cold and heat, time and danger. At that time, the noisy transcended the state of life and death.
Blood and water flow merge.
Leading to a wide bloody ravine.
Hu Yanqu brandished a broadsword, his brown eyes showing a wild edge. He walked past the Xiongnu army without squinting, his head held high, his broadsword shining brightly. He spoke to inspire the soldiers: "The back of this city leads directly to the Qin Kingdom.
Heart of Xianyang, if we take this city and win the battle, we can choose the best horses from the Qin people's war horses. If we capture Qin, we can get the most fertile land and the rarest ones.
treasure, embrace the softest and most beautiful girl! Soldiers, fight to your heart’s content! To record the glory of our army that will go down in history.”
The spear knights hit the ground with their ends, the sword knights and mounted archers hit their saddles with their weapons, and thousands of wolfskin knights roared in unison: "Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Gradually, the roars merged into a low and terrifying sound, and the ground slowly shook due to the lancer's tapping ears.
The eyes of the Huns were all wild with the desire of beasts. They seemed to have seen the beautiful moment of Huyan Qu, and they couldn't wait to rush out with their horses.
The thunder roared, and the icy wind hit his face hard. The skin quickly lost its temperature in the wind. It stuck to Meng Tian's face like two traces of ice. He said:
"We are facing powerful enemies. They are a group of wolves that can never be fed. The ambition they represent envelopes the people of the empire, including men, women, and children. They want us to live in the shadows."
There was a temperament in Meng Tian's body, which was like a fire burning with scorching light and calm temperament. He suddenly raised the decibel level to the highest level and roared angrily: "Soldiers, use the weapons in our hands to tell them that those attempts
The barbarians who trample on our territory and provoke war will surely fall to the roar of the empire."
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
The entire cavalry suddenly shook, and the three armies of the Qin State surged forward like a tide. Countless iron hooves kicked up smoke, and a gray wild wave rose on the grassland. The cavalry and archer teams flew up on both sides like bird wings, and the lancers
They occupied the central battlefield, and the accelerated war horses finally faced off against the Huns. The red light armored cavalry of the Meng Family Fire Cavalry rushed out of the billowing ash, forming an ocher-red wave that undulated along the grassland.
"Xing Tian!" I don't know who in the Qin army camp made such a hoarse voice, and his voice was immediately buried in the overwhelming golden iron hooves. The cavalry had received the order and tied the spiked iron chains to their fine vests and belts.
On the sword chariot, such a formation in which one sword is connected to another and is traveling at high speed is called Xingtian, which means to use Xing to draw the formation and slaughter the world.
The two sides passed through the army and fought endlessly with fierce force in the chaos.
The horses panted heavily and galloped as fast as they could. Their iron hoofs were deeply embedded in the sand, bringing up a cloud of dust. When the two horses approaching each other leaped into the sky at the same time, a spear and an ax intersected with thrilling power.
Suddenly, a wave of waves arose. While hanging in the air, Meng Tian's eyes were piercing, and he roared, flying up quickly. At this moment, an unimaginable huge shock wave came from the ground, with a bang,
They struck straight up. The horses fell to the ground, and the two men waved their weapons in succession with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies. Once again, they vented their exciting strength. A dazzling spark was shaken between the two weapons, and they burned.
It was the most fierce and brutal battle since Qin unified the world.
"The dragon and tiger cavalry restrain the enemy's right wing, while the golden fire cavalry cuts off the enemy's left wing and supplies supplies. All the remaining crossbowmen follow behind me."
Meng Yi gave the order, and he also hung up his crossbow, passed the spear sideways from the ground, and stared coldly at the approaching Gou Si cavalry in the smoke.
The opponent came roaring, waving the iron drill and hook sickle in his hand, and the barbed long-range attack weapons cut the Qin army's horses and soldiers along the way. The horses were boiling with blood as if they had encountered a man-eating beast, which was as thorny as a spider web.
The weapons are all stained with blood, overlapping like steel thorns, cutting all obstacles into dripping blood.
"Strong slave!"
Meng Yi shouted loudly. At this time, there was only fifty steps left. Each man carried a quiver on his left and right sides, and he opened his bow and shot left and right while the horse was running wildly. Three thousand guns were fired together, and three thousand iron arrows were fired.
With a roaring shot, a non-stop rain of arrows fell, and the Goukan team at the front fell off their horses one after another. The momentum of the forward was forcibly cut off by the cavalry led by Meng Yi.
"Qin's crossbows are indeed as powerful as the rumors say!" the enemy general exclaimed.
In the blink of an eye, everyone's quivers were empty.
"Slaughter!"
The crossbowmen behind Meng Yi all put away their crossbows, drew out their long knives, and naturally formed a close game team. The Huns soldiers who followed were not bothered by obstacles at all. They stepped forward with their companions filled with arrows.
The corpses moved forward, their horses leaped into the air together, and they passed the obstacle. The momentum of the charge did not diminish at all.
"Xingtian!"
After the last order was issued, Meng Yi suddenly pulled the horse's head and retreated to the right. When the enemies in the front thought that he was about to escape, the long sword team behind him suddenly split to both sides, and at the end a hidden group of terrible massacres surged in.
Came up.
The spiked iron chains were connected to the fine vests and the sword-carrying chariots, and they were traveling at extremely high speeds.
This strange army showed frightening lethality. The meaning of the massacre they represented was that once it started, it would never retreat or stay, but would only advance and slaughter non-stop. Wherever Xing Tian swept across, screams were heard.
Broken limbs were everywhere.
The neat and orderly long-sword cavalry brigade was completely dispersed, divided into two groups on the left and right, surrounding the Xiongnu army to attack from the side. Meng Yi himself led Zhang Han and other elites under his command to cooperate head-on with the Dragon Tiger Cavalry and the Golden Fire Cavalry.
Block the constant influx of people and horses entering the pass.
Meng Yi finally stopped his horse and turned back. From the beginning, he had only one purpose, which was to trap the enemy general Hu Yanqu in the Qin Pass.
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Amidst the loud shouts, the two divine horses suddenly merged into one, and their images became clear. The violent waves of Meng Tian and Hu Yanqu appeared in this strange scene, carrying their divine power, and struck directly at their respective vital parts.
Another horse passed by, and Huyanqu turned around to continue charging. At this time, he suddenly felt another horse approaching at high speed behind him, pressing against the cold wind!
Without looking at who it was, he turned around and slashed with his ax. The horse's neck was broken into two pieces, and the man on the horse had already taken off into the air.